Leane gasped in shock before being pulled under. Holding the air she managed to breathe into her lungs before slipping below the surface, she allowed her body to settle against Fynn's, pressing gently against him. Turning to face him in his embrace, she looked at him with a teasing glare, wondering what on earth he was thinking.

His plan had consisted only of pulling her under, but as she settled into his arms, he found the initial plan painfully lacking. "Freestyling" it, Fynn's hand slipped lower unto Leane's body, resting on her hips to keep her body down against his, while pressing his lips against hers. The temptation to take a good look at her wonderful form, or even go further then that, was almost pushing the air out of his lungs.

But somehow, Fynn persevered.

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Her doodling hadn't subsided, and Anna's little drawing had even evolved into small stick-figures with the distinct appearance of one Professor Severus Snape being jinxed into a toad, and then squished underneath the random falling of a piano.

Piano's are, after all, most prone to randomly falling on people's heads.

Leane smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand pulling herself closer, the other hand slipping through his hair, and kissed him just as intensely has he was kissing her. After just a few kisses in such away, Leane regretfully broke away as she slipped her hand out of his hand and pointed up to the surface.

Nodding, Fynns' slim, strong legs were already kicking the water to propell themselves to the surface - breaking through only seconds later with a loud gasp for air. "Feh..." he panted, smiling lightly at Leane, "I'm glad the water isn't too cold."

Leane smiled as she caught her breath and nodded. "I'm still a tad chilly though," she said as she slid her hand back into Fynn's hair, brushing it from his face as she lightly kissed him, closing the small gap between them, her body lightly resting against his. Looking up at him, she couldn't help but smile as she softly kissed his nose before speaking. "You look dashing with that nervous blush on your cheeks. Do I make you nervous?" she teased as she lightly kissed him before looking up into the deep eyes she adored.

His brown eyes nervously looked away for a moment, before returning to her face. After a moment of contemplation, and a couple of kisses in between, he decides to just be honest. "You do make me nervous - but a fun kind of nervous."

Leane blushed, "I do? Why do I make you nervous? Is it because I'm wearing only my undergarments and I'm this close to you? Sorry... I didn't mean to.." she said softly as she bit her lower lip and moved away from him a bit, her hands slipping down to his shoulders as a gap appeared between them.

The gap didn't get much bigger, though, as Fynn immediatly pulled her back against him, his face dissapearing in her hair. Grufly, he whispered, "I didn't tell you to let go."

Leane blushed even more, "B-but you said.. I made you nervous. You weren't nervous until I.."

Though he shook his head lightly right away, Fynn took his time before replying - time that was spend caressing her face with his free hand, and placing gentle kisses on her lips. "It's a good kind of nervous, Lee," he smiled fondly, admiring the pink of her cheeks by placing kisses on them. "Yes, it's difficult for me to hold back and not want more. But I like that you're so unconcerned. You trust me not to do anything, simply by not thinking about it. And I want to prove worthy of that trust."

His long, fairly thin legs kicked at the water underneath him, helping the both of them float as he took his time kissing her again, his mind trying not to register the softness of her body, or the white beauty of her skin too much. "You're worth waiting for, Lee."

Leane smiled as she lovingly caressed Fynn's cheek with one hand as her other slipped into his hair, "Of course I trust you, how could I not? You love me more than any man I've ever met and are the first man to simply just be happy with kissing me. That's another reason I love you so much, you see me, not just what you're holding."

Kissing him tenderly, she hugged him, her cheek resting on his chest, "And as I told you yesterday, I trust you to make the decision as to when the time is right to go further - whether that be now, a week from now, a year from now, or not until after we're married. Just know that I'll always wait for you. You're the only one who will ever see me like that and caress me in such a way - no one else."

"It's not like you can help it that you're such a temptress," he groaned lightly, keeping his body in check to the best of his abilities - but not being able to hide the goosebumps she was giving him. Something about being the only one to have ever loved her in such a manner caused Fynns' entire body to shiver, and made it even more difficult for him to keep his hands away from the "dangerous" zones. "And I promise it won't take THAT long."

Leane blushed as she lifted her head and looked up at him, her hands sliding down to rest on his chest, "I still don't understand why you call me such things. I'm not half as beautiful as you say. Temptresses are unbelievably gorgeous and are wanted by every one because of that. I'll admit I'm pretty, but compared to Sai or Kal, there's no way I hold a candle; and I'm especially not pretty enough to be called a temptress."

Though not trying to be mean, Fynn let out a short laugh. "You must be joking. I like Sai, and Kalli, but they can't hold a candle to you. Also..." His lips closed around Leane's earlobe, giving it a light bite before continuing. "Your seduction lies in the fact that you just don't know how seductive you are. I would never call you pretty."

Letting go of her gently, he swam away a bit on his back, saying each word slowly and warmly with every stroke. "Striking. Beautiful. Enticing. Bewitching."

Leane frowned as her eye-brows creased and she layed back in the water, floating on her back as her hair made another dark halo. Repeating the words, she tried to picture them meaning her, "Striking... beautiful... enticing... bewitching..."

Kicking a bit of water at him, she laughed, "You must be blind. Either that, or you're too much in love with me to see clearly. But at any rate, I'm very glad you love me so much and think so highly of me."

Sticking out his tongue, Fynn countered her simply by saying, "I'm not blind, you just have low self-esteem," before splashing water at her with his hand. "You have a fanclub for a reason, milady."

Sneezing as the water went up her nose, she sat up in the water, treading as she rubbed her nose and looked at him, "Fan-club? What on earth are you going on about? Low self-esteem I may have, but fan-club I surely don't. Surely you misheard and it was your fan-club they were talking about, for I've heard quite a few girls belong to it, most of whom are on my hit list," she thought aloud as she smirked while splashing water back at him with her hand, "Not that I'll do anything to them, of course... not yet, anyway."

Easily swimming out of her "splashing" range, Fynn grinned a bit. "Of course not, you don't have your wand with you. But," he added as an afterthought, failing at looking innocent. "What fanclub are you talking about? Those are just some silly girls swooning over a Hogwarts Prefect, nothing more. Not like the dozen of guys who watch your every move."

Leane rolled her eyes, "I'm not going to do anything to them just because they like you; I'll use my wand only if they keep hanging all over you. Besides, don't tell me your ego doesn't just love the fact that girls from every house adore you and think your the greatest thing at this school."

Leane teasingly stuck her tongue out at him before slipping under the surface and swimming over to Fynn, coming up in front of him. Pushing the hair out of her face, she looked up at him, still in disbelief that she, Leane Supton, could possibly have a fan-club on Hogwarts grounds, "Do they really look at me so? I've never noticed it.. Were you one of those 'dozens of guys' gawking at me?" she asked teasingly through soft chuckles and added, "Or were you too busy flirting with your fan-club?"

"My ego," Fynn smiled, kissing the tip of her nose lightly, "Is bloated enough, according to you, without girls following me around. Not that they really do that. Besides..." Moving his arms lightly, he leaned his upper body back, using the position to lock his legs around Leane's waist, before starting to swim backwards - pulling her along. "I only wanted you to think I was the greatest thing at this school, so I really didn't pay much attention to them."

"And you know I'm far too proud to be one of the gawking guys," he added after a moment, grinning up at the sky as he continued to swim backwards. "I was more the 'lurking in the darkness' type."

Leane laughed as she poked his slender, muscular chest with her finger, "Well, Mr. MacMillan, no worries there. You've been the greatest thing in this country since the train ride here."

Smiling, she gently traced the lines on his chest, stomach, and sides with the tip of her pointer finger as she spoke softly, "Hmm.. lurking in the dark, you may have done. But proud.. your pride isn't necessarily a bad thing, dearest. Besides, I did catch you gawking a couple of times over the years. Grant it, I was in quite the tizzy each time, but I still saw a glimpse of a look that wasn't hatred being cast my way, even if it was for the briefest moment," she added teasingly with a laugh.

Sticking out his tongue, he attempted to sound surly as he teased back, "And here I thought I'd managed to convince you thoroughly of my dislike. Guess I shouldn't aim to be an actor, huh?"

Leane splashed him with water as she stuck out her tongue, pushing his legs away as she spoke in a teasingly offended tone, "Fine then, I'll just leave you to swim here all by yourself if you dislike me that much!"

"You don't have to do that," Fynn laughed, his head going under because of the sudden loss of weight at his legs. Coughing a bit, he came back up, running a hand through his hair to get it out of her face. "The lake is plenty big enough for both of us."

Sticking out her tongue, she laughed, "It's hardly big enough to contain your ego, I'm getting smothered! Besides, why would I want to share the lake with someone who hates me so much?"

Grinning, she popped under the water and swam back to shore. As she walked through the shallows, she rung out her hair, the water glistening on her milky skin, her belly button ring and her nose ring shimmering shades of sapphire and dark blues in the sunlight. In moments she was up on the banks and searching through Fynn's clothes for her wand. Taking it in her hand, she cast a spell to dry his clothes, lay a towel out on the stand, and open a large, dark parasol up on the beach next to the towel, covering it in shade from the sun. Dropping her wand back into Fynn's clothes, she walked over to the towel and laid down, propping herself up on her elbows as her feet dug into the sand, loving the feel of the sun-warmed sand between her toes.